A panic attack

All eyes were trained on the dark haired girl. I looked at her long legs swathed in a black lacy panty hose that made her look like a rock star. She had short heat curled hair, and wore dark brown lipstick that made the skin around her upper lip seem even lighter in contrast. She looked really amazing, but not in a soft, girly way. She looked like if it came to it, none of us in the class could land more than two blows on her in a fist fight. 

"My name is Ellen. I do not like the Miss title. I like to be addressed simply as Ellen. I am marrying…" She rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. She did not seem eager or excited to be getting married. I could tell that much from her countenance. 

"I am marrying Alpha Denis of Kingston Pack." She said conclusively, looking around the room with a straight face. When our eyes locked, I quickly looked away. Her personality was too large, too extroverted for me,